While on a regular school day, Asther along with his classmates got transported to another world. However, on the other side of the summoning, there was an AFFINITY TEST, where each would find the affinities of the heroes, and later they would send them to other Nations, for the heroes to defeat the demon kings of each territory. While his classmates received powerful magical affinity and got sent quickly. Asther got no Magical Affinities, and since he had no mana, he was weaker than the average human living in that world. As no nation bid for him, he got thrown out through a transfer gate. On the other side of the gate was a territory dominated by strong monsters... As he manages to survive the monster's attacks while nearly dying, Asther goes forward on the path of becoming the strongest!
500 years ago, a certain werewolf named Jack Marrok was imprisoned in the spirit dimension, why was he imprisoned you ask? Because he defied one of the twelve holy kingdoms. Each kingdom is ruled by one of the twelve gods; they were created by the king of gods, Artin the god of creation. Artin gave the twelve gods a promise that if they protect the inhabitants of this world then he will protect the gods in return, but now Jack has returned but with no memory of his past.
Ren Ishtar was studying in a nearby cafe with a cat on his lap. It was his preferred way to study, laptop on the table, coffee at the side and his cat on his lap. Unfortunately, his peace does not last long as he soon starts to feel immeasurable pain, pain so severe you could compare it to passing a kidney stone, something known to cause tremendous pain. How will Ren Ishtar and his cat, Rena, deal with their sudden predicament and newfound telepathy.
In a world ravaged by a catastrophic virus outbreak, humanity is overrun by mindless zombies. Amid the chaos, Eric, a young military officer, finds himself thrust into a position of leadership when all high-ranking officers succumb to the infection. With unwavering determination, Eric must lead his dwindling group of soldiers to restore order and unite the scattered forces that remain. Facing relentless hordes of zombies and encountering hostile factions of survivors, Eric's mission grows increasingly challenging. Struggling with limited resources and fraying morale, he must embody both strength and diplomacy to bring together disparate groups and quell the zombie horde. As Eric and his soldiers embark on their mission, they confront a series of daunting obstacles. From opportunistic gangs and corrupt officials to desperate communities grappling with their own survival, they navigate a treacherous landscape, determined to rise above the chaos that engulfs their world. Their fight for restoration becomes a test of grit, resilience, and ingenuity. With each new challenge, Eric's resolve intensifies, driving them forward in the hopes of reclaiming the world they once knew. Yet, the question remains: Can Eric and his band of soldiers truly restore order to a world teetering on the edge of oblivion? (In this story, the world is not similar to ours) P.S - The Artwork is not mine and I'M TOTALLY NEW TO WRITING A NOVEL.
Time would continuely flows down. No matter what you do, no matter what you did. It wont be reversed no matter how. This is the story of a villain, who sacrificed himself in order to reverse the time. Yet once he lost everything he has. Not only did his desired chance not showed up. He even got betrayed by the entity who led him to this path of no return. Burdened with guilt and responsibility of his actions he embarked to a journey of the world's restoration.
The CIA conducts an experiment that goes wildly wrong, trapping Flat Flanagan, a 1920s Private Eye, age of 29, in the 21st Century. With no way back, Flat takes up Director Gresson’s offer and becomes the CIA’s last Private Eye. However, things aren’t all tulips & roses as there's the boiling-hot election making hell look like a paradise in comparison. Mr. Beckdette, the Mob Boss running for President, has been holding hidden cards up his sleeve and it soon becomes clear to Director Gresson that it’s up to Private Eye Flat to “hit on all sixes” to keep this Mob Boss from turning a game of “Political Blackjack” into a game of “Nuclear Craps”. With odds stacked against him, can Flat Flanagan stop this modern Mob Boss with old-school gumshoeing, noir justice, and a large glass of egg creams? Or will Mr. Beckdette win the pot and send the Private Eye spinning out into his thirties with a crash harder than the stock market of the 1930s?
I finally achieved it. I finally won the boxing championship I've been training my whole life for. That was, until I got shot in the ring. Robbing me of my victory. Now I'm in an alien world and reincarnated in a woman's body. Although, unlike like in the anime, it's not all peaches and roses. For I am a sinner. And I'll be killed if they ever find me. Heh. I'll take that challenge!
Beneath the peaceful façade of the modern world, an undercurrent of shocking crimes roils in the underbelly of society. Follow Song Yang, the last Traditional Coroner of China, as he navigates through this underworld of violence and debauchery, and uses seemingly common everyday objects like an umbrella, squid ink, and magnets to hunt down serial killers, sexual predators, real-life vampires, necrophiles, and others who prey upon the innocents and hide behind the fog of supernatural mystery. There is no mystery too enigmatic for Song Yang to solve, and there is no depth too deep for him to venture into to uncover the truth!
Yai and his family are going on a family trip. Yai finds out that the the place is an abondoned apartment which is very peculiar. just when they reach the place, yai spots a boy on the 16th floor of the Apartment , looking at him. he's gets out of the car just to find him gone the next minute. yai gets curious about that boy and plans to find him this night. but will he find something else while living there?
David was nothing shirt of perfection! He wanted to achieve everything! He wanted to be perfect in everything, but as he continued to grow up, he realized the impossibility of his wish. Life forced him to give up on his goal, until he was given a another chance by a malevolent god. ---- A.N. This is very technically a Pokemon fanfiction, but the pokemon I'm fictioning about isn't even an official pokemon and I took a bit of creative liberty. I originally was going to write a Pokemon fanfiction, but this idea sounded cooler IMO. If you know me from my other stuff, hope you enjoy this as well.
**Full title:** After receiving pointers from my coach, the coach told me to warm up because I'm now a first-team player. Ray Matsuda, a student of Akane High School and a member of the school team, he has talent of unfathomable magnitude, evaluated to be too good for the team—self-evaluated, of course. That is why he never gets to play; he is so talented that if he played, wouldn't that just be bullying? In reality, his bench is as long as heaven and earth, and only in his second life will he smell the first team. He's not in the subs, not even reserve. If there were a category of players outside the reserve, he would be among them. Only in his second year, but he had already retired to the position of team medic. However, do not panic. The god of football, manifested in cat form, has personally come down to give him pointers. "You, a cat, you are talking. How can you talk? Am I going crazy?" "Junior, calm down, come. Sit down. Let this senior show you the way. First, something basic—juggle the ball 20 times without it dropping it. Then pass the ball to the wall a hundred times. Now shoot the ball at the wall a hundred times." "But aren't these just regular training? This is no different from what my coach does every day. Can't you just snap your fingers and make me the best soccer player that ever lived? Better still, can't you grant me a cheat system or something like that?" "Junior, you are looking for a cheat. I am disappointed. Kids these days, no discipline at all, always looking for a shortcut. Look, I have no such power, and even if I did, I would not waste it on your lazy ass." "Ah, that's a bummer. I thought since you claimed to be the god of football, you would be more powerful than that." "Hey, Junior, watch your mouth. Don't let me slap you." Under the tutelage of the cat, Godi Cruz, his skill has begun to skyrocket. He can now go band for band with the big boys. "Master Godi, look, look!" "What is it, Junior?" "Today, in a practice match, the coach caught a glimpse of my talent and was moved. Although I didn't get to play, he told me to warm up!" "I see, I see. That's a massive improvement. I see. Continue to work hard, and there will be better opportunities in the future." "Naturally so. I'm just that talented, you know." "Where is that stick? It's like you need a beating." "Haha... calm down, I'm just joking."